[ He knows that it is just the intense stress of being chased by large and rather murderous birds, but Cisco feels more than the usual amount of annoyance when Harry sees fit to grumble under his breath about their predicament. Cisco doesn't slacken his pace when he snaps back: ]

Oh yeah, great, thanks Harry, the muttering's really a big help right now!

[ Cisco's hair keeps whipping him in the face every time he looks over his shoulder to check how far away the swans are. There was a moment or two when he thought they wouldn't get away, but they get close to the shore quickly and the birds seem appeased, staying near them and staying alert, but keeping a healthy buffer of distance. He is out of breath, too, from the sudden exertion and also the fear. ]

I don't get it. That guy who rents the boats is here all the time, you'd think the local fauna woulda adjusted to it by now, but no, that'd be too easy. What kind of Hitchcock nonsense...

[ He buries his face in his hands in exasperation. ]